"I feel the power of my body is passing... Am I going to die?"

At this time, Qin Zhibo also used his Kunyang people's magical skills to establish a channel of thought with "Qianye" and replied in his own voice: "Your current situation is not optimistic..."

Three bullets hit the abdomen and should have hit the organ. If it is not treated, hemorrhagic shock will soon occur and death will follow.

However, the Scotch whiskey standing behind him did not choose to retreat immediately without finding the target, and was still searching for it.

The Kunyang people have two ray guns left, so they must ensure that they will be eliminated within two shots.

But the biggest problem with the ray gun is that the blue rays emitted are too obvious and the speed is slightly slower than the bullet, so they are easily avoided by agile people.

Once you are entangled with Scotch whiskey here, you may miss the best treatment time for "Chinoba".

Therefore, Qin Zhibo planned to wait for the Scotch whiskey to go a little further, then took the person into the car and drove away from the scene quickly.

"Don't talk or move, I can take you out of here..."

"You can still save it."

Qin Zhibo used consciousness exchange to send a message to "Qianye", which also encouraged him not to give up too early.

But "Qianye" used brain wave communication to reply to Qin Zhibo: "No, it will be too painful even if you survive..."

"I have already taken measures to leave this body in advance, but I didn't expect it to be so soon..."

"This world is too dangerous..."

"But before leaving, if you want to know anything, go to my residence and talk..."

"I will be there... waiting for you..."

The brain wave sounds intermittently, like a radio with poor contact.

But Qin Zhibo understood that "Qianye" seemed to have "reserve hidden energy" and he could still find him.

Just when Qin Zhibo wanted to further ask where his residence was, "Qianye" who had originally squinted his eyes suddenly widened his eyes and his body twitched slightly.

Damn it!

Don't get off the plane at this time!

Qin Zhibo used his arms and tried his best to stabilize "Qianye"'s body.

But no matter how strong the arms are, it is impossible to completely control the adult's body.

What's more, the blood in "Qianye"'s abdomen had penetrated his clothes. With a slight trembling, the blood dripped to the ground.

The Scotch whiskey standing at the rear of the car still did not give up at this time. He was sure that one of the wounded two people could not leave here so soon.

It must be still nearby.

He pricked his ears and listened carefully, while holding a gun to warn him around.

Suddenly, a sound of liquid falling came.

Scotch whiskey immediately followed the sound, and moved slightly, and leaned over toward the side where the door was opened.

There, a pool of blood was gradually losing its temperature and slowly solidifying.

When he came here just now, he didn't come over from this side because once his feet were bloody and leaving footprints on the scene would be more troublesome.

But now, there is something wrong with this pool of blood.

On the edge of the round blood, a drop of blood as big as a bean was sprinkled on it.

If the blood stains flow naturally, it is impossible for such blood to appear.

Moreover, from the size of the blood drop, it can also be judged that the drop of blood fell at a certain height.

Scotch whiskey immediately raised his gun up, but no trace of humans was seen on the dim garage ceiling.

There seems to be people standing on the air conditioning ducts, but there is no one there either.

Scotch whiskey frowned slightly, slowly lowered his muzzle, and planned to walk to the pool of blood and take a closer look at the blood stains.

He walked step by step towards the pool of blood on the ground.

It's getting closer and closer.

But just as Qin Zhibo was ready for a sudden move, Scotch Whisky's eyes suddenly became alert, his body quickly turned back, and he raised his gun to aim.

Behind him, a man also pointed his gun at his head.

The two men confronted each other with guns, and their bodies reflected in their cold pupils. In the face of tit, their eyes were extremely cold.

After a while, Scotch whiskey spoke slowly with a expressionless face.

"It's you...Borbon."

The blonde man's eyebrows trembled slightly, and his abdomen tried to calm his breathing sounds aggravated by his emotional upsurge, but his right arm holding the gun still trembled slightly a few times.

Two seconds later, he also said calmly.

“Scotch whiskey…”

This is the fateful reunion of two men.
Chapter completed!